Chapter 61: What Is True and What Is False

After briefly mentioning the reason why he chose the current seat, Buller looked up at Lumian and laughed self-deprecatingly:

"I didn't expect you to shoot directly."

Lumian touched the revolver on his right hand and smiled slightly:

"It seems that the people you met before were all good citizens who abide by the law."

Buller, who had developed his current habit after being beaten several times, subconsciously wanted to refute, but after comparing the performance of those before and the current one, he felt that the other party's words made sense.

Thanks to the protection of the law, he, a columnist for "Ghost Face" magazine, can live to this day!

"Aren't you afraid of the police?" Buller turned his head and glanced at the waiter who was holding the menu and the drink list and didn't dare to come over. "Shooting in a place like this is not a trivial matter. Someone should have called the police."

Lumian smiled: "So, we have to hurry up."

As he spoke, he picked up the pistol, pushed out the revolver, and filled a yellow bullet into the blank position in front of Buller.

"I want to know which courtesans have left Wall Street and this glamorous world in the past two months." Lumian asked at a moderate pace.

Buler shook his head instinctively:

"They can't be considered real courtesans. Those ladies have their own luxurious residences and fixed lovers with status. They frequently go in and out of high society and can influence a certain industry or certain policies with just their language. The ones here can only be considered courtesans in reserve."

"I just want to know who fits my description." Lumian didn't care about the specific definition of "courtesan" at all.

Buller glanced at the revolver in his hand and recalled:

"Four of them, Little Jorna married a Loen merchant and went to Backlund, "White Vase" Sophie became the lover of Senator Baptiste and began to attend some upper-class dinners and salons, hoping to become a real socialite, "Dew Rose" Mary suffered from mental illness, destroyed her face with scissors one morning, and was sent to a mental hospital, "Seasoning Beauty" Paulina suddenly disappeared from Wall Street, as if she was taken away by someone of status."

While Buller was talking, he saw the handsome villain in front of him who opened fire at the slightest disagreement took out a notepad and a fountain pen and took notes seriously.

He swallowed his saliva and continued:

"I met Paulina on Vincent Street some time ago. She was really doing well. She had a four-wheeled carriage, a maid, a butler, and a housekeeper.

"Unfortunately, I was busy with other things at the time and didn't find out where she lived. "

Vincent Street... Lumian remembered that this was one of the five streets predicted by Franca. It was the farthest from Wall Street and a very quiet high-end neighborhood.

Combining Buller's description, he initially suspected that Pauline had become Guillaume Bennet's lover.

For a wanted criminal, it is definitely safer to directly support a quasi-socialite than to frequently consume on Wall Street. Guillaume Bennet himself is a man with brains and abilities. At present, he just has an increased desire for intercourse and is more likely to be hungry. He has not become a fool and cannot control himself at all. He will definitely choose a plan with less risk.

At this time, the sound of hurried footsteps came from outside the cafe, and three policemen were approaching the door quickly.

Lumian calmly put on his dark blue cap, put away the note paper and absorbent pen, counted out 50 Felkin bills, and placed them in front of Buller.

After doing these things, he took the revolver, stood up and walked to the side next to him. The back door of the cafe opened and went out.

Bang!

The police pushed open the door of "Hope Cafe".

Vincent Street, villa-style houses stand on both sides, the road is wide and clean, there are few pedestrians, and occasionally a carriage passes by.

After Lumian turned here, he looked around and felt that he had nowhere to start.

He couldn't sneak into every house and search every room, right?

Even if he really wanted to do this, he was not the most suitable person. It would be more appropriate to hand it over to Franca, but it would be very dangerous.

After thinking for dozens of seconds, Lumian smiled, walked towards one of the houses, and rang the doorbell directly.

The one who opened the dark brown door was a young butler. He had no southern continental blood. He looked at Lumian with a puzzled look on his face and asked in a pure Trier accent: "Sir, what do you want?"

Lumian smiled and said: "I want to find out which lady on this street is the most beautiful. ”

“…” The butler was stunned. It was the first time he met someone asking for such news.

No, it was not the first time. When people discussed privately or boasted in the bar, sometimes someone would be curious about such things, but who would knock on a stranger’s door and ask in the hot sun?

What exactly did this person want to do?

Before the butler could react, Lumian had already taken out a 10 Fergold note and handed it over with a smile.

The butler’s eyelids jumped, hesitating for a few seconds, and finally chose to accept it.

He suspected that the young man opposite was a fake “Danti” who specialized in defrauding the bodies and property of wealthy ladies. His appearance and behavior were consistent with the description in the newspaper.

But if the target was not his own wife and daughter, why would he refuse a reward?

When the other party got what he wanted, a certain lady also got happiness!

The butler looked around and said in a low voice:

“The lady who lives at No. 50 is very beautiful, a real Trier. She actually married a provincial from the south. That accent…”

The butler shook his head in disdain as he spoke, as if he had been unhappy about this for a long time.

The smile on Lumian's face became more obvious.

Sure enough, after the parish priest, who had the negative effect of "showing off impulse", got a beautiful Trier socialite, it was hard not to show off to the neighbors around him.

He might not hold a dinner dance to announce it, nor would he bring his lover to visit directly, but he would definitely appear in the eyes of the neighbors from time to time in some way to let them know that people from other provinces can also have beautiful socialites as mistresses.

At this time, Guillaume Bennet would definitely do enough disguise himself, but it was unlikely that he would let his mistress hide her beautiful appearance, and he would even let her dress up carefully to show an impressive demeanor.

Of course, Lumian could not confirm that the lady was Pauline, the parish priest's mistress, but the fact that he got the expected feedback little by little by boldly assuming and carefully verifying made him feel that he was getting closer and closer to Guillaume Bennet.

Outside the gate of No. 50 Vincent Street, Lumian cast his eyes in as a passerby.

It was a three-story building in off-white color. Behind it, you could vaguely see a green lawn and a colorful garden. A gardener was trimming the lawn, revealing his side profile.

Lumian quickly retracted his gaze and looked over the pilasters of the building expressionlessly.

He was worried that his long gaze would arouse suspicion from some people.

As for whether the parish priest would recognize him secretly, he was not worried, because before setting off, he had used the "Face of Nisse" to partially change his appearance, and told his companions who were traveling together under the pretense of makeup.

The handsome man with black and gold could be Lumian or someone else. As long as Guillaume Bene did not have the ability to see through illusions and actively use it, it would be impossible for him to find that the hunter had arrived in this area.

Lumian's current plan was to leave Vincent Street directly, replace Janna or Franca, hide in the shadow of the house opposite No. 50, and patiently monitor until the target's suspicion could be eliminated.

The reason why he didn't come here disguised as a homeless person as before was because there were almost no homeless people on this street. If one or two appeared occasionally, they would be quickly taken away by the servants.

Before leaving the off-white building, Lumian naturally turned his head and looked back, and saw a male figure behind the living room window.

The figure was not tall, less than 1.7 meters, wearing a dark shirt and black trousers for home, with a relatively strong physique, a slightly raised nose, and black hair that was neither short nor long.

In an instant, Lumian's pupils dilated sharply, and then quickly returned to normal.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and it seemed that an invisible flame was ignited in his eyes.

Although the man was well disguised, Lumian could recognize him even if he was burned to ashes!

He was Guillaume Bennet, the parish priest of Cordu Village!

Lumian withdrew his gaze with difficulty and continued to move forward.

At the same time, his mind was racing, and he began to think about which action plan to choose next.

Not long after, he arrived at the end of Vincent Street.

On the street, they chattered: "We found the target!"

Found the target? Then who did I see? Another parish priest? Lumian was surprised and suspicious, and was a little stunned for a moment.

Which side is the real Guillaume Bene? Did he make a wrong judgment, or were the "Iron Cross" and "Rat" Christo deceived?

A quarter of an hour ago, Wall Street, "Dill" brothel.

Albus was in the attached bar on the first floor, drinking Lelanzi while observing what the waiters, handymen and foremen in this brothel were responsible for.

During this process, he would casually look at the customers coming and going, but he didn't get anything, because those who wanted to hide their identities were all wearing various masks, and those who didn't want to hide their identities were almost impossible to be his target.

After having a general understanding of the operation of the "Dill" brothel, Albus took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and turned to the road leading to the kitchen, waiting for a waiter with a few notes. "

This waiter is responsible for summarizing the needs of each room and placing orders with the kitchen.

Albus, with dark red hair, took the initiative to greet him and took out a handful of golden coins and a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket.

The waiter immediately showed a puzzled and curious expression.

Albus smiled and said:

"I came here to find a bastard. I don't know what he is disguised as. I only know that he is about the same height as you. He likes to find the most famous girls and likes to find food to fill his stomach immediately after exercise.

"If you can provide me with the corresponding information, these are all yours."

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